Cassidy laughed, the sound husky and low. “Absolutely.”
She placed a hand on his chest, stopping him just before he started the engine.
“But not just that,” she added, her voice softer now. “I want more than misbehaving.”
Kincade turned to her fully, his pulse kicking up. “How much more?”
Her eyes locked on his. “I’m in love with you. So whatever mischief we get up to, it should match that.”
His smile was slow and deep, settling into his face like it belonged there. “Good. Because I’m in love with you, too.”
Kincade started the engine, the rumble filling the silence. Then he reached over, laced their fingers together, and said, “Let’s go home. And let the misbehaving begin.”
They had a lifetime to get this right.
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